Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Skaos,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
ABC,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.